word one more sound Advice is given to take This is the sound of the voices Hindsight is easy to see This is the sound of the voices Bleeding is
Made a wrong turn once or twice, Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, Misplaced, Misunderstood
muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit They feel the punishment, uh, blood
form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance [Incomprehensible] Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood
Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Made a wrong turn Once or twice Dug my way out Blood and fire Bad decisions That's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, missundaztood
Made a wrong turn once or twice. Dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright. Welcome to my silly life. Mistreated, misplaced,
would I bring her around my fam she be cryin' on the phone when she knows who I am I'm Mr. Kardinal, voice to the people blood they is family, and verses
I expected How can I accept this? Held my whole city down I'm still not accepted. Maybe I ain't bright enough Songs ain't tight enough Full-blooded weirdo
hungry Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend But I predicted this endin', back in the day 'Cause I had visions of bad decisions
then my insides hurt And I saw drops of blood on my shirt and I remember The doctors saying I was dead And then later they had to take blood out of my
Voices are calling Through my fear In search of the mine Got nothing to lose Just after what's mine How can you refuse All sugar and blood Bad blood
and basketball games A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave Fast to change, high rollers was living, until the task force came A lot of ghost-towns and memories, bad-blooded
Okay If you shed blood with me to this point, you deserve an explanation For all the hell that you've endured, while helping me reach my destination And
ballsack if you taint skank take you on a date You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man,and Will-I-aint I'm the bad guy, type of guy that
and die Some life will be wasted... another one will arise I know the time is near And we can't stop it I know-or it's just this bad blood of mine?
gun slinger I've ever seen Got murdered in cold blood, that ol' saloon there was their lil' home Away from home, they say the ghosts of bad and evil
